If a woman has a hard time keeping at least one or two consistent and true girlfriends, there is a problem. And that problem just might be…her.
As women, we know the shady capabilities of other women. We know how they can be manipulative, catty, gossips, and just straight-up beezies. In fact, there’s a good chance a lot of us have probably been (rightfully/wrongfully) categorized as one of those at some point in time *shrug*
I think it’s pretty clear and obvious: if a woman says she doesn’t get along with any girls, other girls probably don’t get along with her either. And they probably have a good reason.**
I’m 23 and I can finally say that I have legitimate friends of the same sex. They are wise, smart, beautiful, supportive and successful. They help me grow into a better woman.
Is this what transitioning from girlhood to womanhood feels like?
**Alright, so there may be special cases…but I highly doubt that. lol.
When I hit a low-point, I sometimes become 15 again. I bust out the bowl of ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift and John Mayer (irony). Sometimes I read Neruda. From personal experience, it’s a routine that doesn’t help 85% of the time, in all honesty.
I hit a low-point earlier, but was somehow reminded of the love that’s ever-present in my life from the One that matters the most.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.